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July 09, 2002
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Ahem.
The title above does not refer to my constant rejections from magazines that are not inclined to publish my short stories. Rather, it refers to how every phone conversation must now begin.
You see, since just about everyone I talk to on a regular basis on the phone knows that my wife and I are expecting a baby -- were, in fact, expecting it this past "In"dependence Day -- they therefore assume at the beginning of every phone conversation that 1) if I called them, then I have news about the baby being born, or 2) if they called me, then I have news about the baby being born.
No! The Answer is No! There is no baby! The baby has not been born yet! There is no news!
And so every phone conversation must begin thusly.
Of all of the things that I had expected to happen as a result of impending parenthood, this never even made the list. Never even *occurred* to me.
Posted by on July 09, 2002 11:02 PM in the following Department(s): The Boys
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Look, Bud, the baby is just gonna happen. Ain't nuthin' you can do about it, ain't no cliffhanger goin' on. What I really want to know is, what the $%#^ happened to your car?
Posted by: Johnjacobjingleheimerschmidt on July 9, 2002 11:22 PM|
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